I suppose these shots have more in common with last week's arches than anything else. They're all about texture.
The tree stands in the courtyard behind the Arts Center at my former college. I was in the area the other day, and thought I'd stop by.
Everything looked pretty much the same. I found the sameness slightly spooky. Things are supposed to change, aren't they. I drifted through the corridors of the place where I once performed in nine different shows in the span of a single year, roamed the backstage areas where the tech crew still build the sets, where the dressing rooms are.
In the courtyard, I was a part of two consecutive summers ('93 and '94) of outdoor Moliére plays, presented in a big and bawdy modern style, except with the Commedia dell'arte masks. I think I had to run around like a madman in black robes and a paper mâché mask in the summer heat both years. There may have been sweat involved. The shows were directed by the man at the helm of my current show.
Standing there, I felt a little like Billy Pilgrim, tripping through my own life at random.
The day was cloudy and prone to fits of rain. I was sleep-deprived and going with it, allowing the clouds and the weird sensation of fled youth I got walking the familiar halls to shift me into a shade of melancholy. Not a "boo-hoo" melancholy, something else. Something electric and almost good.
Our "portable" stage for the Moliére (we wanted it to look like we were a traveling troupe, and our set was an enormous wagon) was right in front of one of these extraordinary trees. There were occasions on which I had to use the tree to catch me as I leapt from the second level of the stage to get to the ground in time to pretend to be someone else in a blink of an eye.
Leaping off of things to become someone else in the blink of an eye. Anything, of course, is possible when you are 20. Lately, I find myself at a place where anything seems possible again. Perhaps my youth has not fled so far as I'd feared.
Anyway, on with the pictures...
All Phoctober posts from this site.
Minx in Strange Town.
Absolute Vanilla finds beauty at the harbor.
Gaye gets meta.
Taffiny on wet flowers.
Meloney Lemon captures a homemade musical instrument and its creator.
Basest discovers new life while parking.
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